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Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
I miss you already
And I can't say
That I wish you would stay
But I do wish
That the time
will pass quick.
So there's won't
Be too much time to miss
Your perfection.
Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
sickly
is she
but happy she'll be
as we stick needles repeatedly
and run test
after test
on her aching
body
revealing
most always, nothing
every problem so sneaky.
Invisible illness.
one after another
just smiling
at the little lady.
With one
after another
reason to fear.

but happy I’ll be
to tell my story
in a manner so joyfully
to someone as worried as me.
who sees
as I pop
one
after another
handful of medication
a personal army
to defend the life
of the Chronically
me
Hi so this is me: over the past two years I've been on a journey of good health. coincidentally that journey has been mostly discovering how sick I am, and how much I need to do to function properly. It's been a roller coaster, and I've now been diagnosed with 5 Chronic illnesses, coming up on six soon I think. So this is my life. Chronically me, chronically sickly.

Positivity is key.
Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
I wonder if
you see
that I write about you
endlessly.
I wonder if you see
the attempt at hiding my smile
when I hear you sing
those songs that you wrote about me.
I wonder if you remember
everything we used to be.
and I mean everything.
If you could go back
rewind the year
would you do anything differently here?
I wonder.
But you cant change a thing.
So I'll just listen to you sing
and reminisce
in imaginary bliss.
Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
I know
that whatever I do
I can do it with you.
Thankfully,
you'e by my side
day and night.
In the dark
and through the storms
You'll be might light
and You'll be my warmth.
You give me strength
and reason to breathe.
You are everything that I need.
You have saved me from my sin
You bring hope to me again.
        This month we celebrate your birth
the most joyous day on all the earth.
The world fills with your love
and gratitude for Thee above.
        We thank Thee, Lord
for the sacrifice
of your precious earthly life,
that you may feel
our joy and pain
that we can be with you again.
        Because I know I'm never alone
and that you're with me through the storm
I can endure through the darkest night
because I know that you're by my side.

With Gratiude
and Love for thee,
your humble servant,
        Makenzie.
In the season of Christmas. Keep Him in it. #sharethegift
Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
They shaved my head
and cut me open
took my skull
and my way of coping
My life had changed
in just a moment
I can't decide
but I might wish I hadn't done it.
I can't play
or practice
I have to be careful.
If I'm not cautious
with my head
I could instantly wind up dead.
My headaches aren't gone
and I'm still dizzy
all you really took
was half my aspirations.
I hadn't much warning
just a surprise.
And when I could easily die
every day is a compromise.
More just had to be taken away
because the last 13 surgeries
hadn't changed my day to day.
It's a brand new world I'm living in
where all my dreams are limited
and they're starting to run thin.
so here you have me
and I'm crying mercy.
six months ago I had a Chiari decompression on my skull. I finally have finished recovery. technically. But sill, my life is limited, and it always will be now. I can't get past that I'm 19 and I feel like I can't do anything. I know it will pass and I will get used to this and accept this with gratitude, but that day hasn't come yet /:
Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
It's one of those days
I can't make sense of my thoughts
and quite frankly
it's ******* me off.
I don't even know
what I want anymore.
I say one thing
and do another
And I know
it makes no sense
but I can't help
my senselessness.
I'm drowning in my indecision
and my desire for difference.
And really
I feel defeated.

But I swear will not be.
  Dec 2014 Makenzie Marie
Haley
There's something comforting about crying yourself to sleep with a storm raging outside your window.

The rain, your tears.
The howling wind, your sobs.
The thunder, your pounding heart.

Almost as if you're crying, so the world is crying with you.
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